Like deep darq,
the shadow part of me
wants to be....
heard.
sometime he sleeps,
sometime he speaks to me;
through me.

So, I write the ways of my day
on clean white sheets,
not only to see them written,
but to see me whithin them.

Standing on cloudy dreams,
i need this thing to keep me sane.
though sanity is not the name of the piece,
it is a piece of how it feels.

See writing fills me and emptys me.
it gives me, at least a bit of freedom
in bonded days waighed down by monotony.

I write to sooth the beast within
and lend the kid a hand that, still lies inside
crying to be heard; to be seen,
but he can't speak
so clean white sheet say things for him.

And I begin to write....
about The darqsyde of my lyte.
It is my lite inspite of its
dictionary meaning.

The darqsyde of my lyte fights
to be seen in dreams and other things.

To be seen in you and me is the one and only way.
God made it plain,
from darq, lyte came.
so it too is the same with me.
I speak only to bring lyte into existance.

My life is to be written....
on clean white sheets.